Journey

I have been on an adventure

Coming back, I could call it

A time of input

Or a time of utter uselessness

(No to do’s accomplished)

I had to take time

To let the impulse dissipate

And return to the world of

All that I’ve earned

And all that I owe

And what I pull daily

Through the hours —

That which I have called reality —

So I regain my steadiness

So become grounded.

But listen!

There is a different world

Or there is more to this one

Than I had imagined

Each day full

Of possible mind-corridors

With their secret bright

Bursts of delight

And sweetness.

I can go there

And bring these fruits back

They can adorn my moments

I need never be prosaic again.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 20, 2011